Facing Death with a Single Sword: Mountains Without Edges, Heaven and Earth United!

These purple lotuses are elegant and do not appear aggressive.

But anything that touches the Purple Lotus, including Hun soldiers and crimson energy, will be shattered into pieces by the strongest sword energy.

The Xiongnu soldier was cleaved in two, and blood-red energy flashed violently.

The energy finally reached within a foot of Ying Changqing before being completely swallowed up by the countless purple lotuses.

Everyone believed that this was Ying Changqing's strongest move.

Four words whispered from the horizon, clear and direct.

"With a single thought... the flower blooms!"

Countless lotus buds bloomed instantly.

The soaring sword energy extinguished the stars' light.

Thousands of sword beams converged into a long river of sword energy, directly slaying the young eunuch.

"boom!"

The violent explosion shook Fufeng City.

The earth trembled, and all the people felt the impact.

Everyone looked up at the epicenter of the explosion.

They needed to know the outcome of this sword strike: did the eunuch catch it?

The moonlight was bright.

The wind blows across the grassland, and the blood-red grass sways.

The purple sword energy poured down like a celestial river, even more turbulent than the Yellow River.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the black and white stalks and the sun-veiled trees on the branches stared wide-eyed.

The top assassins of the Luo Wang organization, ranked first among the elite, should be able to calmly handle any situation after years of brutal training.

But at this moment, they could not hide the shock in their eyes, staring intently at the center of the battlefield.

The battlefield was originally a flat plain, covered with lush green grass.

Now, this place has become a huge crater, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

What's even more shocking is that the young eunuch who instilled fear in Hei Bai Xuan Jian and Yan Ri has completely vanished, leaving no trace of his remains.

"Prime Minister Lü will definitely regret this."

"I never imagined that Your Highness would become so powerful after leaving Xianyang."

Yan Ri wore bronze armor from the Qin Dynasty and a bronze mask, obscuring his face.

But his shock was evident; the astonishment in his tone showed that he was deeply impressed by Ying Changqing's sword strike.

He gripped the tree trunk tightly, his five fingers digging deep into it, without even realizing it.

He stared intently at the young general on the battlefield—Ying Changqing, the third prince of the great empire!

He wore red armor stained with blood and a blood-red cloak.

Unlike Yan Ri, Hei Bai Xuan Jian didn't care about Lü Buwei at all.

At this moment, Hei Bai Xuan Jian's eyes were filled with indifference and excitement.

He had no intention of becoming a killer for the Luo Wang organization.

But now, seeing Ying Changqing display such terrifying power, I am certain that Ying Changqing will be able to overthrow Lü Buwei in the future.

Hei Bai Xuan Jian understood that Ying Chang Qing would definitely destroy Luo Wang after he succeeded.

But he believed that Ying Changqing was not a cold-blooded person like Lü Buwei.

"In the future, can I not only become his weapon, but also live as a real person?"

Hei Bai Xuan Jian's gaze towards Ying Chang Qing became even more ardent, and he was completely devoted to him.

If Ying Changqing were to order him to assassinate Lü Buwei at this moment, he would do so without hesitation.

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On the grassland outside Fufeng City.

Ying Changqing killed three thousand Xiongnu soldiers with a single sword strike, while the remaining two thousand or so watched as blood flowed like a river at their feet.

The terrifying destruction caused by the sword made everyone gasp in shock.

"This...this is really something a human could do?"

"Ying Changqing, the Prince of Qin, are you perhaps a deity descended to earth? How dare we offend a god?"

"Even if he isn't a god, he must be under the protection of the heavens. We... are no match for him!"

They stared at Ying Changqing, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

Even just being glanced at by Ying Changqing felt like being watched by a god; cold sweat poured down his back and his legs trembled.

"Is this what Li Yang meant when he said they were of average strength, easily annihilated by a large army with minimal casualties?"

"Li Yang is a despicable, cunning, and treacherous man. His words cannot be trusted. I'm going to die!"

Bi Dun looked at Ying Changqing in horror, speechless.

He was filled with regret. He shouldn't have believed Li Yang's bad words and led his troops to Fufeng to help Li Yang get rid of the Prince of Qin.

Now he wanted to show the envoy from Liyang the current situation.

Ask this person again, is this the easily defeated Ying Changqing that Li Yang mentioned?

Then tear him apart... no, chop him into minced meat and feed it to the dogs, that's how I'll vent my anger!

Bilton is now disheartened.

There are many tribes on the grassland.

Although he was the Great Chanyu, the other tribes only submitted to him out of fear of his army; they did not truly submit to him.

In order to obtain the food and weapons promised by Li Yang, he took all the tribe's elite soldiers to Fufeng.

Fearing that other tribes would steal the credit, they didn't tell any tribes.

This battle resulted in heavy losses for his tribe.

Even if they manage to escape back to the grasslands now, those covetous tribes will seize the opportunity to annex them.

He dared not think about what the outcome would be.

Biton felt utterly desolate, overwhelmed by regret.

He never imagined that his momentary greed would lead to such an outcome.

"No! There's still a glimmer of hope!"

"If we gain the support of this Prince of Qin, we can use the power of Qin to rise again on the grasslands!"

Thinking about this, Bitton was deeply shaken.

Even if he became a puppet of the Qin Dynasty, he didn't care.

Bi Dun immediately knelt down in Ying Changqing's direction, his forehead hitting the ground heavily, not even noticing the blood flowing from his forehead.

At the same time, he shouted, "Your Majesty, you are a true hero! The Xiongnu people are willing to submit to you!"

"Our offense against the Great Qin was entirely the result of the instigation of those shameless villains in Liyang."

"We have been blinded by greed and have offended the majesty of the superior nation."

"Please, Your Highness, spare my life!"

At this moment, Bi Dun knelt on the ground and surrendered to Ying Changqing, but he was still very afraid.

He was worried that Ying Changqing would not accept his surrender.

Seeing that Bitun had surrendered, the more than two thousand Xiongnu soldiers, who were already afraid and had no fighting spirit, also laid down their weapons and surrendered.

The sound of scimitars falling was continuous.

One of the generals shouted, "We are willing to surrender to His Highness the Prince of the Great Qin Empire. He is indeed a hero worthy of our respect as Xiongnu people."

More than two thousand Xiongnu people immediately knelt down to Ying Changqing, creating a spectacular scene.

The Xiongnu were terrified, fearing that Ying Changqing would not accept their surrender.

Seeing this, the five hundred Blood Dragon Riders finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They were exhausted, their physical strength had reached its limit, and they had already resolved to die on the battlefield.

Now, unable to contain their joy, they cheered.

He even rode across the battlefield waving Ying Changqing's banner, displaying his triumphant spirit.

Humans have a survival instinct; no one wants to die easily.

They are also the pillars of their families, supporting both elderly parents and young children.

"Your Highness is mighty! We have won! We have returned in triumph!"

"Hahaha, peace has finally returned! Mighty Qin! Mighty Prince!"

When the Xiongnu surrendered, Ying Changqing appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had exhausted his internal energy and could not unleash a second sword strike.

Ying Changqing's final sword strike intimidated the enemy, and the Xiongnu surrendered out of fear.

These 2,500 enemy soldiers, even if they fight in shifts, can wear down these 500 Blood Dragon Riders.

The five hundred Blood Dragon Riders were carefully selected by Ying Changqing and trained by Mei San Niang for half a year before they were barely formed into an army.

If all the Blood Dragon Riders were to perish, Ying Changqing would feel extreme pain.

Therefore, forcing the Xiongnu to surrender is the best option at present.

Ying Changqing's only regret was that the young eunuch did not die by his sword.